[Kind hearted doctor that she is, she wants to wait and help him but her concern about Alfred is greater and without any argument she nods and heads off, shifting the shotgun to point at the ground as she sprints up the stairs two at a time. Unlike Oswald and Alfred she has no injuries and in comparison she moves gracefully and quickly.
Not so quickly though that she doesn't feel like she is just a second too late to help stop Alfred from doing something he might regret, she hears a strangled howl coming from one the upstairs bedrooms and a second later a half dressed woman comes pelting down the hall. She looks scared and doesn't even slow when she sees Lee, just runs down the steps at a dead run and out the front door.
Another howl comes from the bedroom to the left and Lee pulls the shotgun up, ready to shoot if she sees Alfred is in trouble. When she enters though the gun sags and she almost drops it.]
Oh....god.
[It's obvious from the crumpled sheets and discarded clothes that this was the room they heard the sex noises coming from but that lust is long gone, replaced by one of the other seven deadly sins. Wrath.
Alfred has dragged the other half of the lovemakers, the man who had been demanding Alfred come clean up his mess, into the middle of the room and is currently beating his skull in with the fire poker. He is dead but that doesn't stop Alfred from making sure, bringing the poker down again and again until there is literally nothing left but a red smear against the hardwood floors The brutality of it makes Lee feel faint and she opens her mouth to speak, to say something but finds she can only gag quietly.]
Clean up your own mess.
[Alfred's voice is like hearing a stone drop into dark, murky water and Lee grabs onto the door frame to steady herself.]
Alfred.
[Finally she is able to speak but he ignores her, plodding around the room as if he is hunting for something.]
Alfred. Please, you need to go home.
[She tries but he isn't listening and just when she is getting ready to grab his arm and force him back out of the room he stops, his face changing. Some of the cold calculation leaving it and being replaced by what she knows him to be. Kind, thoughtful, loyal.]
Miss Thompkins, I wonder if you would be so kind as to put that golden cap in your pocket.
[His voice is a soft rumble and she comes over to join him, looking down at the sleeping cap that he's found in a bedside drawer.]
I don't want to get it dirty. My hands...
[He says and looks down at his blood stained hands as if it is the first time he is seeing them.]
Of course.
[She murmurs, interrupting his lost thoughts and grabbing the cap and stuffing it into her pocket with one hand and grabbing his shoulder with the other.]
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Not so quickly though that she doesn't feel like she is just a second too late to help stop Alfred from doing something he might regret, she hears a strangled howl coming from one the upstairs bedrooms and a second later a half dressed woman comes pelting down the hall. She looks scared and doesn't even slow when she sees Lee, just runs down the steps at a dead run and out the front door.
Another howl comes from the bedroom to the left and Lee pulls the shotgun up, ready to shoot if she sees Alfred is in trouble. When she enters though the gun sags and she almost drops it.]
Oh....god.
[It's obvious from the crumpled sheets and discarded clothes that this was the room they heard the sex noises coming from but that lust is long gone, replaced by one of the other seven deadly sins.
Wrath.
Alfred has dragged the other half of the lovemakers, the man who had been demanding Alfred come clean up his mess, into the middle of the room and is currently beating his skull in with the fire poker. He is dead but that doesn't stop Alfred from making sure, bringing the poker down again and again until there is literally nothing left but a red smear against the hardwood floors The brutality of it makes Lee feel faint and she opens her mouth to speak, to say something but finds she can only gag quietly.]
Clean up your own mess.
[Alfred's voice is like hearing a stone drop into dark, murky water and Lee grabs onto the door frame to steady herself.]
Alfred.
[Finally she is able to speak but he ignores her, plodding around the room as if he is hunting for something.]
Alfred. Please, you need to go home.
[She tries but he isn't listening and just when she is getting ready to grab his arm and force him back out of the room he stops, his face changing. Some of the cold calculation leaving it and being replaced by what she knows him to be.
Kind, thoughtful, loyal.]
Miss Thompkins, I wonder if you would be so kind as to put that golden cap in your pocket.
[His voice is a soft rumble and she comes over to join him, looking down at the sleeping cap that he's found in a bedside drawer.]
I don't want to get it dirty.
My hands...
[He says and looks down at his blood stained hands as if it is the first time he is seeing them.]
Of course.
[She murmurs, interrupting his lost thoughts and grabbing the cap and stuffing it into her pocket with one hand and grabbing his shoulder with the other.]
C'mon, let's get out of here.